American Literature
[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
Narcissistic catch me staring in a puddle
Like yes I am the man ask the questions no rebuttal
Started out so subtle with my finger in her butt hole
Like welcome to the jungle baby I don't want to cuddle
You're tryna fall in love baby I don't want to stumble
I'm the iron sheep camel clutch it 'til she's humble
My Africans be blocking so I call that girl Matumbo
My hood bitch from the N.O. give me head and make me gumbo
Now when she in the bed in my head I hear a drum roll
She lick me 'til I'm dead I'm like boy she do the tongue roll
And when I'm done bro I'mma leave a hundo
Eyes close same time as the sun rose
Lungs boast held more grass than compost
And Nacho's going post all your honchos
Now real villain's get ghost in white Broncos
Nacho's Modern Life so motherfuck Rocko's
[Hook x2]
Double crossed the Devil, tried to forge my signature
Y'all missed the big picture, wallet-size miniatures
Arrogant, immature American literature
Flow so stunning, Stone Cold finisher
[Verse 2]
I'm Detroit Red, don't try to Brother Malcolm me
I can raise the dead call it full metal alchemy
Fools kept on doubting me I flew up from the balcony
I'm flier than a Valkyrie he should of grew some falcon wings
I count salaries, she count calories
Count whatever you want, but can't count on me
Cause I be half baked, yes Cuban B
See Nacho P, uh-oh, loan me D (Cuban B)
I'm the shit ain't I? Yes, true indeed
Now who influence me? Money, hoes, blowing weed
[Hook x4]
(Nacho... Nacho... Nacho...)